Life Outside The Elysium Ch 11

This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find here - https://www.literotica.com/series/se/494113320. I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!

Author's Note:

I've received a number of requests to let everyone know when the next chapter is coming out. I am doing my best to keep the story flowing. My current pace has been pretty steady - since November 1, I've done 30 chapters, a total of over 350,000 words. To put that in perspective, your average romance is between 70-90k words (the cheap ones top out at 50k), and even high fantasy only hits around 120k, so my output has been slightly more than three and a half standard romance novels...in two months! Not too bad for never having published anything before, right? This is a long-winded way of saying I don't always know exactly when the next story will come out. I start to work on the next one as soon as I hit publish on a finished and edited one, and my writing pace is usually two-three days per chapter, and half a day (or a long soak in the tub, if it's shorter) to edit. I'm trying to keep each chapter between 15-25k words, so you have something to chew on. I aim for each part to have around 20 chapters, although part 2 may have fewer. Obviously, the pace of "one chapter = one day of story time" is unsustainable, so we're going to start jumping forward in time beginning in the next chapter. As always, I appreciate all the feedback, comments, favorites and follows. If you like these stories, tell a friend!

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After spending so many nights in beds other than my own, it was nice to be home. Granted, the bed in the dorm was technically mine, and I guess Avery's bed in the Watergate could be considered mine, too, but for me, home was here, in the Elysium. I've only lived here for a month, so I know it sounds weird, but trust me -- once you get used to this kind of space, it's hard to go back to anything less.

I knew I should have been nervous or worried, and I probably would have been if I were back in DC. But here, with Avery naked next to me, having spent last night with good food, good wine, and good company, I was able to put my worries out of my mind. Not only that, but I was also able to relax, which I knew was something I needed. I had been a stress ball the last few days, and it was manifesting in ways I was a bit ashamed of. Throwing my phone, yelling at Avery, Claire and Fiona on the plane, yelling at Maggie at Starbucks -- I knew I had to control my temper, and doing that became harder and harder with each pile of shit dumped on me.

I mulled over Sol's offer from last night. President of my own subsidiary at age twenty-one? Taking the Oasis and making it into something all my own? What could I do with it? What would I want to do with it? Could I even handle this? Was I ready for this kind of responsibility?

The obvious answer to the last question was no. Of course I wasn't. I'm just a fucking kid. I was supposed to be out partying, which I did. I was supposed to be doing things college kids do, which I most assuredly was not. I was supposed to be getting laid in between classes, not running a company. But then again, I wasn't supposed to be making out with my mom, dating a reporter who had attacked my family, or defending myself from bloodthirsty gang members, either.

Life is what you make of it, and when opportunities come, you better take advantage of them. I would be a complete idiot to have the real life equivalent of Willy Wonka walk into my life, offer me everything I ever dreamed of and turn it down because I didn't think I was ready to take "happily ever after" for an answer.

The more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to accept Sol's offer. I knew it would be hard work. Just convincing the people who already worked at the Oasis that I could do the job and wasn't just some rich kid playacting at being a corporate executive was going to be absurdly hard. Especially since that's exactly what I felt like I was doing.

I know I'm smart. I have been studying business for years. I've worked in finance -- ok, I was an intern for six months, but still. I'm good looking, which means a lot in this business, and I had the side gig as a porn star that would at least keep people talking. Maybe the idea wasn't as far-fetched as it sounded?

Nah, it was still far-fetched. But I was inclined to take it anyway and see what I could do. I would still wait to talk to Avery and get her thoughts and then make a final decision.

That is, assuming I lived to see tomorrow.

I should have been more scared. I admit that, too. I was young, dumb and full of cum, and that meant I hadn't really started to question my mortality yet. Of course I was going to make it! I lived through the Empire Luxe shootout, didn't I? I could handle myself in a fight, knew my way around a gun. I was going to be surrounded by cops, security and VIPs.

What, me worry?

I could be a real idiot, sometimes.

I looked over at Avery, lying next to me, her mass of black hair spilling out around her head in a halo of curls, her big breasts pillowing as she laid on her back. I was a side sleeper, Avery a back sleeper, and I appreciated that about her -- it gave me some great views of her while she slept. She was lightly snoring, and I looked at her in that soft light and pinched myself again. How lucky I was that she wanted to be with me.

Looking at her body, seeing her breasts slowly move up and down as she breathed, her eyes closed, she looked like an angel. And I couldn't keep my hands off her, even if I wanted to.

I slowly slid the covers down off our bodies. The air was cool in my apartments, and I could see her nipples begin to harden, the little hairs on her arm and her stomach starting to stick up, goosebumps forming. I didn't wake her, but she stirred a bit, her left leg spreading just a bit, which is exactly what I wanted.

I crawled down the bed and then laid down between her legs. Her legs weren't spread that wide, but they were wide enough for me to get my face in between her thighs, and I started to lightly kiss and lick her thighs, moving up towards her sex.

At this, she groaned a little and stirred some more, and I was able to spread her legs slightly. I now had a view of her pussy, and I took one of my fingers and moistened it in my mouth and began tracing her labia with it. Her eyelids fluttered. I moved my mouth and started to lick her labia with my tongue, my finger positioned right at her opening. I knew once I hit her clit with my tongue she'd wake up, so I was trying to tease her as much as I could before she fully awoke.

After a few minutes of this teasing, during which she had begun to wiggle a little and a soft groan had escaped her lips, I snaked my tongue out and hit her love button, at the same time sliding my finger into her vagina. Her eyes finally opened, startled for a second, and then she saw what I was doing and her eyes softened, a languid smile forming on her lips.

"Oooh, Jack," she said. "This is much better than the Beatles to wake up to," she purred. She rested a hand on my head, and I began to lick and tease her clit with my tongue. Eventually, I brought my other hand in, spreading her labia and popping her clit up so I could get my tongue on more of it.

She began kneading my head and hair with her hands, putting gentle pressure on my head, telling me without words to keep going. She bit her lip, and another low moan escaped her lips. I could feel her hips start to buck up against my head as I was fingering her.

I spent a while lavishing attention on Avery's pussy, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, some of that obviously being my saliva, but she was clearly turned on, and the moans were getting louder and more frantic, her fingers grabbing and pulling my hair as she pushed my face harder and harder onto her clit.

I increased my pace, flicking my tongue faster and faster, and I slid a second finger into her pussy, pulling upwards, trying to find her G spot. The more she moaned, the faster my tongue and fingers worked, and soon I could tell she was about to climax.

When she came, she came hard, almost bending in half, letting out a little shriek of pleasure, her tits jiggling, her pussy twitching, and her left legging shaking as she grabbed my head with both of her hands and held on. She gave a few involuntary twitches, and then collapsed back onto the bed, gently pushing my head away from her. The languid smile on her face grew, and she gestured with a finger for me to come up and lay next to her.

I complied, and as I laid back down next to her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep, French kiss, that turned into a smile, and then she laid back and stretched, like a cat waking up from a long nap.

"What brought that on, tiger?" She asked me. "You know, this hotel and dating you is turning me into a nymphomaniac," she said, laughing. "You can wake me up like that any day!" I grinned back at her. We certainly had overactive sex drives, and I was enjoying every minute.

"Don't tempt me! I just wanted to show you I love you, Elysium style," I said, brushing a strand of her long, dark hair away from her eyes, while my face hovered near hers.

"Big day today," she said, suddenly getting serious. The smile melted from my face.

"Yeah," I responded. "I feel like I should be more scared than I am," I told her, voicing my inner thoughts. Why wasn't I scared?

"Why aren't you scared?" She asked me, looking into my eyes, and cupping my cheek with her hand.

"I just asked myself the same question. I don't know," I said, honestly. I really didn't. "I guess I just don't think it's my time. Hopefully this is all just a false alarm, and nobody is out to get me. Or the cops deter them. Or the Secret Service being there makes the difference and we can just remember Biggs and Sheldon and the others without any more drama. God knows there's been enough drama as it is. I don't know."

"Just be careful, okay? Don't go being the hero again. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you," she said, looking into my eyes with a mixture of concern and caring. "Come home to me safe."

"That's my intention," I said. "I've got too much going for me to let some assassin take me out before I can even get started. Same goes for that Chao guy at Georgetown. I'm going to beat all these guys, finish my degree, and start my life."

"Jack, I hate to break it to you, but you've already started your life," she said. "You've got a job, you've got TWO jobs, you've got me -- I mean, you've got more than most people and you're barely old enough to drink," she said, sitting up. It was hard for me to listen to what she was saying now that those two beautiful tits were in my face. I don't think women understand just how distracting their bodies are to guys, sometimes.

"Well, when you put it that way," I said, getting out of bed. "I guess so. What did you think about Sol's offer last night?" I asked her, as I padded into the bathroom to do my morning business and brush my teeth.

Avery raised her voice to be heard over the sounds of running water and the toilet flushing. "I think he's crazy," Avery said. "But he's crazy in your favor, so I think you don't have much choice. You've got to take that job, Jack," she said, her voice lowering as I came back into the room, teeth fresh and bladder empty, wrapped in a comfy Elysium Hotel robe.

"Why do you think he's crazy?"

"Jack, you're TWENTY-ONE. Who the hell makes a kid your age the head of a company, even if it's just a subsidiary? Who puts that kind of responsibility on someone your age?" Avery scoffed. She got up and took her turn in the bathroom, the last question hanging in the air as the door closed.

I mean, she had a point. And I knew she had a point. I'd felt the same way when he brought it up to me. But Sol saw something in me, maybe a little of himself, and he knew more about business and how this town works than most people. If he thought it was a good idea, who was I to second guess him?

"I mean, no offense, Jack. You're way more mature than the guys I went to college with," Avery said, reemerging from the bathroom sporting her own Elysium robe. "But a job like that needs more than just maturity."

"I know it does, and that's why I'll be counting on the people who work there to help, and I'll be looking to bring smart people in to help me run the place," I said. "I'm not dumb enough to think I can do this all on my own," I added.

"Huh," Avery said, looking at me, as she sat down in the cuck chair. "Someone is talking like he's already made up his mind."

"Well, you did just say I had to take the job, didn't you?"

"Touché," she said, a wry grin on her face.

"I'm just impressed I was listening well enough to remember you said that. It's hard to think when you're naked in front of me, babe," I said, grinning.

Avery threw a pillow at me. "See what I mean? Kids!"

"You aren't THAT much older than me, Avery," I said, laughing, swatting the pillow away. I lay back down on the bed, and she stood up and, with a running leap, jumped onto it and started jumping up and down.

"I can be a kid too, you know!" she said, jumping on the bed like a ten-year-old hopped up on Mountain Dew. I laughed, swept her feet out from under her and caught her as she fell onto the bed.

"Ooof! I forget how strong you are sometimes," she said, as I leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Want me to remind you?" I asked her.

She looked up at me and nodded.

* * *

The sun rose, bright and clear over Vegas on Saturday morning, January 17th. The weather was mild, in the low sixties, which was unseasonably warm for the city. It all boded well for the Memorial Service, which was going to take place at eleven that morning.

Diego met yesterday with staff from the mayor's office and the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police. Gabby had met with the Governor's Dignitary Protection Detail. Lionel, with his FBI background, met with the Secret Service liaison. They each passed on the threat warning the Russian Ambassador had provided Avery. The Secret Service added it into their threat matrix -- they had more than two dozen active threats against the President they were monitoring. The average president receives more than three thousand threats a year, some presidents more than others. Because of the lack of specificity in the Russian Ambassador's warning, it was given a 'moderate' ranking by the Secret Service.

The Governor's protection detail had been embarrassed by the Empire Luxe Shootout. Not only had they failed to protect the Governor and his sister, but it was also clear from forensic analysis done after the fact that one of the two civilians who was killed died from friendly fire, when the DPD had dropped two of the shooters. They took the threat more seriously, especially given the Governor's relationship with the Sinclairs.

LVMPD was overwhelmed. This was a nightmare for security -- an open-air venue, tens of thousands of spectators, dozens of dignitaries, and a last-minute decision by the President to attend, which blew up their plans and forced them to coordinate with multiple different law enforcement agencies at the last minute.

It was inevitable that things would fall through the cracks.

LVMPD, DPD and the Secret Service had several planning meetings -- rushed, because of the President's late decision to attend -- the last of which ended around two in the morning on Saturday.

LVMPD was to provide on-the-ground security and a helicopter, block off roads, provide motorcade support for the hearses bringing the remains of three of the victims and one empty casket, as well as escort dignitaries to and from the parking areas around the stadium, for those not parking in the private parking facility in the stadium proper. They would also be handling the crewing of metal detectors and X-Ray machines, with a Secret Service member present at each location to supervise. DPD was to handle VIP protection once the VIPs were in the stadium. The Secret Service was to provide on-site protection for the President, as well as to establish a cordon around the stadium, and provide sniper/countersniper support on the various rooftops around the stadium area, any that had sightlines into the stadium.

Except for the Oasis.

The Governor was staying at the Oasis, on the 43rd floor presidential suite, two floors below where Connie was setting up his attack.

DPD and the Secret Service got into a hot debate over jurisdiction when it came to the Oasis. With the Governor staying there, they argued it was their job to handle all security for the entire property, including sniper/countersniper teams, of which they had a few. The Secret Service, noting that this hotel was the closest to the stadium and had the best lines of sight, vehemently disagreed and demanded they be given operational control over the Oasis rooftop during the Memorial Service. Both sides fought, neither side was willing to back down.

The argument got so heated it went up to the principals' level. The Governor, not wanting to pick a fight with the White House, told his DPD commander to stand down and let the Secret Service handle the rooftop security.

The Secret Service Director, after consulting with the White House, decided they didn't want to piss off the Governor, given how late the President had chosen to attend the event, and ordered his team to defer to DPD and allow them to handle the rooftop security.

And as often happens, the two agencies didn't speak to one another after these decisions were made.

The result was catastrophic. Both agencies thought the other was going to handle the security at the Oasis. And since both thought the other would do it, neither one did. The result being that the closest security to the 45th floor was going to be in the security center of the Oasis, in the sub-basement, instead of on the roof with near instant access via the stairwell to the 45th floor. All the security for the Governor on the 43rd floor would be escorting him to the event. This would increase reaction time to an attack by many minutes.

The roof of the Oasis Hotel remained empty Saturday.

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Even though Sol and I were going to be on the stage, we were limited in the number of people we were allowed to bring with us to the service. Mom, Nyla, Miles and Avery were it. Fiona tagged along on her press credentials, which gave her access to the service but didn't give her a seat on the field with the rest of the VIPs.

I was in my room, watching Sportscenter when the lights flashed, and the doorbell rang. Avery was still in the bathroom getting ready, so I answered it myself. Claire came in, and I wondered why she didn't just use her key, but she was followed by Diego and Chris Stoneman.

Diego was carrying a vest, and Stoneman had a tablet in her hand.

"Hey guys, come in," I said. "We were just getting ready to head downstairs."

"Two things," Chris said, not wasting time on platitudes or pleasantries. She was a Marine through and through. "First, Diego has a StoneSkin vest for you."

"StoneSkin?" I asked. I hadn't heard of it.